( there's really no peace to be had around here — it seems as wherever she goes, some yokai are bound to be found fighting, always contesting their strength. it makes sense, she supposes; peace is the last thing you'd expect to find in hell — but, still. it's annoying. finding some of the recent arrivals caught up in these fights is never good, either; they're all powerless, after all, and can't sustain too much damage without... dying? again? maybe. she's not sure how it works, actually.
so: whatever power she's got left in her, she uses for others' benefit. she's not normally this much of a bleeding heart, but... rex would want to help these people — he's not here, because he's got no reason to go to hell, unlike her, but... she knows him, and she knows he wouldn't leave people to fend for themselves, so she does the same. )
You alright? ( there's blood, and a familiar head of pink hair. upon closer inspection, though... this face isn't exactly the one she's used to... ) Wait, waitwaitwait — you look just like Tora-chan!
parade route
so: whatever power she's got left in her, she uses for others' benefit. she's not normally this much of a bleeding heart, but... rex would want to help these people — he's not here, because he's got no reason to go to hell, unlike her, but... she knows him, and she knows he wouldn't leave people to fend for themselves, so she does the same. )
You alright? ( there's blood, and a familiar head of pink hair. upon closer inspection, though... this face isn't exactly the one she's used to... ) Wait, waitwaitwait — you look just like Tora-chan!